Old age comes,that’s for sure, But it can be a gift,pure and pure. If we learn tonavigate its tide, Heavenly momentsin it reside. Unfulfilled desireslong concealed, Suddenly revealedand unsealed. Achievements from ouryouth’s embrace, In old age’s mirror,we retrace. Childhood friendshiplong ignored, Blossom anew,like a spring restored. Hidden talents,now set free, In leisure time,they find their…
Come Spring,the colours swirl, splash, spill, and splatterin the air like pyrotechnicsdance with the rhythm of drumming and singingand settle on the wearied facescreating a kaleidoscope of images! A cold wind ruffles, and the world coldly rolls away.Now that winter has gone,no more white frost forming on the lakes and rivers,treetops and housetops,only colours on…
Let us in unison march, our footprints lighting the pathFrom a world that wants to terminate your birthTo a universe that celebrates your arrivalThat you who bring forth all humans to lifeMay keep the flame of humanity burning. Let us write a new song, set to a new tuneFrom a library whose books have disintegratedTo…
The morning wakes in mango gold, a slow unfolding, bright and bold,before the first fistful of color flies and opens up the April skies. Then someone laughs — and it begins. Pink clouds erupt from coppertins, the air turns silk, the street turns strange, the ordinarystarts to change. A grandmother in a white sari stands…
In Vrindavan’s forest bowers, In birdsong, in arrows of flowers, In the intoxicating flute-notes That stir the heart’s deepest core— What pull is this? Radha knows: The heart—bewitched. ​ The warmth trembles in the sky, The yearning of Phagun’s sigh, The restless ache of early spring, Your hand resting upon mine. What pull it is…
Festival of colours Festival of love Festival of spring Fills our lives with Colours of joy Fills our lives with Love between Radha and Krishna Fills our lives with Colourful spring flowers Rainbow of colours all around In the Gulal, flowers and the sweets Red, pink, yellow, green and indigo Hibiscus, Bougainville, petunias and pansyGujias,…
Love moves,in blissful fight, Mirthful bond of happiness and delight With every splash,hearts move fast, Forgotten fears,forgotten past Love grows in gentle glow, Delightful bond of trust and show Blissful feelings of the heart, Sounds whisper,a gentle start Forgotten worries,trouble fade, Love and happiness never fades With every glance,hearts lose beat, Forgotten doubts,forgotten defeat Love…
Today, the 21st of February, we observe International Mother Language Day , a day that reminds us of the beauty, identity, and heritage carried through our native languages. On this meaningful occasion, I am delighted to share a poem I have written in honour of my mother tongue, *Tamil* , a language that lives in…
In the name of family honour In the name of protection The female of the species is governed by the males They frame the rules She follows to the hilt She is happy, she is satisfied In her make believe world Of clothes and ornaments Of food and festivitiesOf home and children Till one day…
Fading whispers of feelings past, Sounds of love,that didn’t last Pain feels,like a painful fight, Peace crushes,with courage and might Thoughts hide,truth revealed, Disheveled feelings,of life concealed Feelings oversaid,thoughts bleed, A path unfolded,in uncertain need Thoughts bleed through,like a heart that’s broke, A path said,with love that didn’t spoke Disheveled look,with changes all around, Thoughts…